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Tori Amos
Tori Amos


Background information
Birth name Myra Ellen Amos
Born August 22, 1963
Born place Newton, North Carolina, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Baroque Pop
Electronica
Piano Rock
Years active 1986—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Atlantic Records
Universal Republic Group
Website Website



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Tori Amos Album


Boys For Pele (01/22/1996)
01/22/1996
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She's a beauty queen
My sweet beanbag in the street
Take it
Down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is but
I lie again

. . .



I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
They say that your demons can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still

And maybe I'll find me a sailor
A tailor
And maybe together we'll make mother well
So I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still

You showed me the meadow
And Milkwood and Silkwood
And you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansies in my hosies
Then opened my hands and they were empty then

Off with Superfly
Sniffing a Sharpie pen
Honey it's Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly
Counting your bees
Oh me honey like
One two three
The camera is rolling
It's easy like one, two, three

And if there is a way to find you
I will find you
But will you find me if Neil makes me a tree
An afro, a pharaoh
I can't go, you said so
And threads that are golden don't break easily

I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
They say that your demons can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on, to ride on
As long as your army keeps perfectly still

. . .


Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been boy
I said I shaved every place where you been yes

God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces
God knows I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces

The Belle of New Orleans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around you feet
Wrapped around like good little roses

Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses
Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, Now
Now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
Come on
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat

. . .


Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus christ been hanging

Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating

He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed

Nothings gonna stop me from floating
Nothings gonna stop me from floating

Everyday's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose state
I'll die my own Easter eggs
Don't go yet
Just don't go
And Beenie lost the sunset but that's OK
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave
And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight
Never gain weight
Never gain weight
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus Chirst been hanging

. . .


Slag pit
Stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips
Yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker just like my Daddy
Just like my Daddy selling his baby
Just like my Daddy
Gonna strike a deal made him feel
Like a congressman
It runs in the family

Rest you shoulder Peaches and Cream
Everywhere a Judas as fas as you can see
Beautiful anbgel
Calling "We got every re-run of Muhammad Ali"

Prism perfect
Honey bring it close to your lipls
Yes
What is termed a landslide of principle
Proportion boy it better be big boy
Starfucker just like my Daddy
Just like my Daddy selling his baby
Just like my dady
Gonna strike a deal make him feel
LIke a Congressman
It runs in the family
Maother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply

. . .


Hello Mr. Zebra
Can I have you sweater
Cause it's cold cold cold
In my hole hole hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind

Hello Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civiliaes syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature she said
And smilied

. . .


Tuna robber, a little blubber in my igloo, yeah.
And I knew you pigtails and all. Girls when they fall...
And they said Marianne killed herself,
And I said not a chance, not a chance.
Don't you love the girls, ladies, babes, old bags who say,
She was so pretty why, why, why,
Why did she crawl down in the old deep ravine... Marianne.

C'mon pigtails girls and all those,
Sailors get your bags and hold down...
Won't you just hold down... hold down.
'Cause Ed is watching my every sound,
I said they're watching my every sound.


The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week...
I said Timmy and that purple monkey are all down at Bobby's house...
Making themselves pesters and lesters and jesters and my traitors of kind.
And I'm just having thoughts,
I said, I'm just having thoughts of having thoughts, having... Marianne.
Ha-ha-ha, she could outrun the fastest slug.
She could, I'm just having thoughts of Marianne,
Quickest girl in the frying pan and,
I'm just having thoughts of Marianne.

. . .


Caught a lite sneeze caught a lite breeze
Caught a lightweight lightingseed
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in th emiddle
And you're not here I need a big oan
From the girl zone

Building
tumbling down
Didn't know our love was so small
Coun't stand at all
Mr. St. John just bring you son

The spire is hot
And my cells can't feed
And you still got that Belle dragging your foots
I'm hiding it well Sister Ernestine
But I still got that Belle
Dragging my foots

Right on time you get closer
And closer
Called my name but there's no way in
Use that fame
Rent you wife and kids today
Maybe she will
Maybe she will caught a lite sneeze
Dreamed a little dream
Made my own pretty hate machine
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle and you're not here
Boys in their dresses
And you're not here
I need a big loan from the girl zone

. . .


Muhammad my friend
It's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem
And on that fateful day
When she was crucified
She wore Shiseido Red an dwe drank tea
By her side

Sweet sweet
Used to be so sweet to me

Muhammad my friend
I'm getting very scared
Teach me how to love my brothers
Who don't know the law
And what aobut the deal on the flying
Trapeze got a peanut butter hand
But honey do drop in at the
Dew Drop Inn

Sweet sweet
Between the boys and the bees

And Moses I know
I know you've seen fire
But you've never seen fire
Until you've seen Pele blow
And I've never seen light
But I sure have seen gold
And Gladys save the place for me
On your grapevine
Till I get my own TV Show

Ashre ashre ashre ashre
And if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the
Tidal wave I got a place
In the Pope's rubber robe
Muhammad my friend
It's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl
Back in Bethlehem

. . .


No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that i nerver thought
That she could feel and

Hey Jupiter
NOthings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you'd see with me
You wouldn't have to be something new

Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my hearts soaking wet
Boy your boots ccan leave a mess

Hey Jupiter
NOthings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought I wouldn't have to keep
With you
Hiding

Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't choose between
The shower or the bath

And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you
A magazine

No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter

. . .


Maybe I'm the afterglow
Cause I'm with the band
you know
Don't you hear the laughter
On the way down
Yes I am the anchorman
Dining here with
Son of Sam
A hair too much to chat of
On the way down
Gonna meet a great big star
Gonna drive his great big car
Gonna have it all here
On the way down
The way down
The way down
She knows
Let's go
The way down
The way down
The way down
She knows

. . .


Little Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy get it on the plate girl
Momma keep your head down
Momma it wasn't my bullet

Don't take me back to the RAnge
I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
Girl you got to know these days
Which side your on

Mamma got shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed
She'd do anyting to save her man
You see her olives are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet

Round and a round and a round I go
Round and a round this time for keeps
Father only you can save my sould
And playing that organ must count
For something
Girl you got to know these days
Which side your on
Little Amterdam
Shut down today
They buried her with a
Butter bean bouquet
And the Sheriff now can't ride away
And I won't say
He shouldna paid
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet

. . .



Congratulate you
Said you had a double tongue
Balancing cake and bread
Say goodbye to a glitter girl

Talula, Talula
You don't want to lose her
She must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
She's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton

So goodbye now my baby, gotta go
Say goodbye my baby to the old world

Ran into the Henchman who severed Anne Boleyn
He did it right quickly
A merciful man
She said that one plus one is two
But Henry said
That it was three
So it was
Here I am

Talula, Talula
I don't want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
She's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton

And Jamaica
Do you know what I have done
Mary M weaving on
Said what you want is in the blood of Senators
I got a Big Bird on the fishing line
With a bit of a shout, a bit of a shout
A bit of an angry snout
He's my favourite hooker of the whole bunch
And I know about his only bride
And how the Russians die on the ice
I got my rape hat on
Honey but I always could accessorise
And I never cared too much for the money
But I know right now
That it's in God's hands
But I don't know who the Father is

Talula, Talula
I don't want to lose him
He must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula, Talula
He's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton

. . .


Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown
Think I got the message figured
Another pilot down
And are their devils with halos
In beautiful capes
Taking them into the flames

Not Judy G
Not Jean Jean with a hallowed
Heart
I see that screen go
Down in the flames
With every step with every beautiful heel
Pointed

Not the Red Baron I'm sure
Not Charlie's wonderful dog
Not anyone I really know
Just another pilot down
Maybe I'll just sing him a last
Little sound many there know some girls
With red ribbons
The prettiest
Red
Ribbons

. . .



Gotta tell you what I heard
From Agent Orange
Mister suntan
Mister happy man
Mister I know the girls on all the world tours
Mister agent, yeah
He's my favourite
And they don't understand
He's got palm oil pants
Yes, he's down and there and everywhere
He's getting in too deep in this
Underwater city
Where she swims
And swims

. . .


Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear
No one at all

And if I'm wasting all your time
This time
Maybe you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale

And souther men can grow gold
Can grow pretty
Blood can be pertty
Like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
That let's you in let's you in let's you in
Somethings's just keeping you numb

You told me last night
You were a sun now with your very own

Devoted satellite
Happy for you
And I am sure that I hate you
Two sons too many too many able fires

And if I'm wasting all you time
This time
I think you never learned to take
And if I'm haning on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale

. . .



Standin' on the corner in Winslow, Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
Two girls, 65
Got a piece tied up in the back seat
"Honey we're recovering Christians"

In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well

Got an angry snatch
Girls you know what I mean
When swivelin' that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily
Mr. Sulu warp speed, warp speed

In the springtime of his voodoo

Every road leads back to my door
Every road I will follow
Every road leads back to my door
Got all your crosses loaded

And I know she's not that foxy, boys
I said I know she's not that foxy, but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe
When you're your mother's sunshine
You've got to give something sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry
In an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes

In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring

. . .


Glue
Stuck to my shoes
Does anyone konw why you play with an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And divided what was mine you're off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use sun
But now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putt the damage on

Don't make me scratch on you door
I never left you
For a banjo
I only just turned around for a poodle
And a corvette
And my impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on

I'm trying not to move
It's just you ghost
Passing through
I said
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through
It's just your ghost
Passing through
And now
I'm quite sure
There's a light in you platoon
I never seen a light move
LIke yours
Can do to Me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
To me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
And now I'm worrying cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on

. . .


Sure that star can twinkle
And you're watching it do
Boy so had boy so hard
But I know a girl
Twice as hard
And I'm sure
Said I'm sure
She's watching it too
No matter what tie she's got in her right dresser
Tied
I know she's watching that star

Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle

And last time I knew
She worked at an Abbey in lona
She said "I killed a man T
I've gotta stay hidden in this Abbey"
But I can see that star
When she twinkles
And she twinkles
And I sure can
That means
I sure can

That means
I sure can
So hard
So hard

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